“No. I know what I’m doing,” I said after a short hesitation. I reached out for her ankle and caressed it, at first shyly, then more confidentl.... She didn’t move, nor did she say anything, as if she wanted to encourage me. My hand moved up and started to massage her calf. I didn’t know what exactly I was about to do, but I was highly excited. When I placed my hand over her knee, she clicked the pen a couple of times, but didn’t stop me. Her thighs felt like silk… “Debbie, the boss wants to. It was about five minutes till seven. I smiled knowing that they must have been waiting and eager to get over here. I opened the door and there stood two of my girls wearing matching sun dresses.Dawn was truly a mini-me of Donna. Both smiling boldly at me when I came to the door. Dawn burst into the house past me to stand inside the kitchen and watch her mom enter. Donna was the example of grace and beauty. She glided in and we gave each other a peck on the cheek. Dawn saw that and came back to. In a minute, I?m going to yank this ridiculous thing outof you, and drop it on the floor of the tub, then I?m going to make youbeg for me to fuck your ass, when you?ve proved you really want it, I?mgoing to shove my hard penis up your virgin asshole, and then I?m goingto fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you some more, and when I say?Suck? you?re going to be a good boy, spin around, drop to your kneesand wrap those prissy lips around my dirty cock and your going to suckit. I don?t care what it. The interior was luxurious. It had beautiful hardwood floors, chandeliers, Romeo balconies and it was furnished with antiques. The place was crowded with men and women. New Orleans Jazz was being played. I noticed that most of the women were scantily clad. Joan was wearing a glittery T shirt with no sleeves, with a gaping hole at her underarms and a billowy very short skirt. As usual, she wore no underwear. We got drinks and chatted with some of the other people there. Joan flirted with every.